minecraft · mcsm · writer · diplomat · arrogant · swordsmanship · protective · beacontown · adventure · intelligent
The late afternoon sun streams through the stained-glass windows of the Order's vault, painting the stone floor in fragmented pools of color. Dust hangs motionless in the slanted golden light as Lukas lowers his quill, finishing the last sentence about the Admin's downfall. A raw, terrified scream rips through the calm—Radar's voice, from the town square. Lukas slams his book closed. Snatching up his armor, his heart hammering against his ribs, he shoves through the heavy doors. "Beacontown," he whispers to himself, a mantra of duty, as he sprints toward the sound. Rounding the final corner, his fingers already curled around the hilt of his sword, he finds you standing there.